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suggested it. I adjusted my seat, delaying the conversation and really, really hoping this wasn't a pity offering because he didn't love me back. I tried not to get in my head about what this could mean. I wanted to believe there was a hidden meaning behind this. I wanted to think that Sam felt any of what I had realized I felt in the last few days, but he’d made it clear that wasn't the case.
    "We didn't want to make things weird, Steven." Sam placed his large, warm hand on my shoulder, and a spark shot thought me. Those probing blue eyes met mine, and there was that emotion again, that silent plea behind his gaze. Did he want this?
    “Little too late for that.” I blew out a breath. “I don't know if I can." I tore my stare away from Sam, sure I would say yes if I kept looking.
    The couple exchanged a glance.
    "Have you ever fooled around with anyone?" Charlie asked.
    I got hot all over and looked at my feet. I slipped my hands in my pockets and shook my head. "No," I said under my breath.
    "Seriously?" Sam asked.
    I nodded, toeing the ground. Fuck if this was not the most awkward conversation I had ever had. "Can we please not talk about this?"
    "You never mentioned anyone, but wow." He shook his head and moved to the coffee table in front of us. “I figured you were embarrassed and kept it quiet or some shit.”
    The color was returning to my cheeks and ears. "I'm fucked up. I get it." I was going to be sick. I'd never wanted them to see this side of me. They had been the only two who'd made me feel normal.
    Both their hands shot out to touch me.
    "No." He shook his head. "That's not it at all. Would you consider it?"
    "Maybe." I looked up, and I knew I shouldn't have. I was trapped by my feelings for him. That need for him rose up and told me it was a good idea before my brain could connect. "I could, maybe if I was drunk?" I offered and winced a little.
    It was the worst suggestion I could have made because Charlie was up and grabbing the tequila before I could get another sentence out. She fed me drinks as she talked it up.
    "It feels really good for guys their first time, not like for girls." She blushed a little.
    "Have you ever jacked off?" Sam asked.
    Another shot. I wanted the inquisition to stop. Drunk sounded really good right now. My head dropped to hang limply between my shoulders as I groaned. I was just starting to get a buzz, but this was still not what I wanted to be talking about.
    "Kinda?" I winced.
    "How do you kinda?" Sam raised a brow and stared at me like I was faulty.
    Charlie smacked him. “Well, that's a start."
    "I played, but I didn't finish." I shrugged and focused on the next drink she put in my hand.
    The conversation drifted, and soon we all had a good buzz going. I’d almost forgotten about the undertones of the whole thing when they both moved.
    They sat on either side of me, and my half fuzzy brain said it was time. I couldn't back out now. Both their hands were on me with soft touches at first. One of them had turned the lights out, and I could only see by the scraps of light coming from the microwave clock. Sam moved his hand to the inside of my thigh. A spark of arousal caused my dick to jump, and pleasure surged through me. It was better than my own hand had ever felt.
    My head was heavy, and I let it fall back against the couch just as I felt Charlie’s soft lips on the base of my throat. I extended my neck, giving her room to play, as my eyes lulled half closed. I wanted more of Sam's touch. His fingers slid up my arm, almost hesitantly, until they reached the buttons on my shirt. Slowly, he undid the top one. I turned my face toward him and met his eyes in the dim light, watching him lean forward to brush his nose over mine.
    "Hey," he whispered.
    What would Charlie think if we kissed? Would he even? My thoughts were interrupted by soft lips and harsh stubble against my clean-shaven cheeks. His lips glided over my unmoving ones, and Charlie vanished. My eyes fell the rest